I see the questions in your eyes I know what's weighin' on your mind But you can be sure I know my part 'Cause I'll stand beside you through the years
Pick you up on Friday about half past 8 Just time for a movie, you can't stay out late Take you home, a little kiss at the door But lately I'm thinkin
Tennis ball and a catcher's mitt I remember that boy throwing it High up in the air then catching it While the oak tree leaves cheered Oh, look at me
Flat tire on the interstate Too many nights of workin' too late Had a run in with an old memory No, it ain't been the best of weeks But it goes good
Come on, sugar, take off your sneakers Come on, baby, let down your hair I wanna see what's behind those glasses I gotta know what's under there Don'
Well, I was just a kid, maybe two or three Had a bad nightmare, scared the life out of me Mama came in to calm my fears When nothing she could do would
Oh yeah, here we go man This little lady down in Texas, tight tank top and a tan Rockin' three religion bridges, drinkin' beer in a can She was too hot
It's been handed down for generations From my grandpa to my dad, on to me All my life I've been shackled to a bottom I never knew what it was like to
Well last night me and darlin', we went explorin' Pulled off the road to a place we'd never been I had to stop the truck because it was gettin' muddy
I said I know a shrimp-boat captain out of Galveston I've been thinkin' I'd go down and work a spell Oh you never can tell, it might suit me fine Spend
He really liked flannel with big bore arms If you looked in his closet, it was all that you saw He'd dress up on Sunday, a body looked neat In a green
Bring it on to me We're backwoods Dixie, flat woods pickin' Shotgun wavin', long-neck drinkin' Huntin' and a-fishin', workin' and a-wishin' for the weekend
It started way back in third grade I used to sit beside Emilou Hayes A pink dress, a matching bow in her ponytail She kissed me on the schoolbus but told
I guess I'm just a little bit scared I guess I'm not as strong as I thought When I see you lying there I worry about losing you I used to think of only
Turn on the radio, turn on my T.V They're talkin' 'bout war, they're talkin' 'bout peace Talkin' 'bout you, talkin' 'bout me The way we ought to act,
I'm startin' to notice things in my life Seein' it all in a different light And I've opened my eyes I'm learnin' to gaze up at the stars See 'em for
The ending of December 1943 Somewhere in the forest, the snow was three feet deep Two allied soldiers walking, trying not to freeze Far from home on Christmas
(Charlie Pennachio/John Rich/Drew Sessa) Love can lift you higher, or cut you like a knife, I been there before. You've cried out your heart an' had